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A Day to Remember ~ a plein air, plein honneur poem for Memorial Day

May 28, 2019 Colin Goedecke
"Preserve Yourself" © Colin Goedecke

"Preserve Yourself" © Colin Goedecke

 

A DAY TO REMEMBER

                                                                        for Memorial Day

 

 Yes, those who died 

serving their country.

But maybe, too, those 

who fought valiantly

for their own lives,

on their own lines

of fire. On fields 

of grave illnesses, 

fierce divorces,

falling fortunes.

Who entered their fray,

brave or scared. 

Who suffered, 

sometimes greatly. 

Were wounded,

sometimes fatally.

Survived but scarred

deeply, emotionally.        

People known to us,

and unknown. All worthy,

not solely of our remembering

but also of our silent

and spoken honoring.

For the courage

they summoned

in the face of the fearful;

the belief in self

and the power of possibility

they called on, or 

discovered. These unsung

we can choose to remember,

can raise a thought, a glass,

a large, feeling flag

of heart to,

 

this day.



Colin Goedecke 

On Memorial Day

Short Hills, New Jersey

May 27, 2019

 

 

In gratitude, poetry, poetisphere, possibility Tags plein air poetry, memorial day, self preservation, honoring, life challenges, hope, battle, courage, remembering, unsung heroes

Mothers ~ a plein air, plein vie poem in celebration of those who brought us forth

May 13, 2018 Colin Goedecke
" nascent "  ©  colin goedecke

" nascent "  ©  colin goedecke

 

M O T H E R S

                                                  for those who brought us forth

 

Mary Cassatt 

painted many of them.

So beautifully.

Juno and Gaia 

were two of 

more than a few 

bigger than life

figures: mythic

maternals,

likewise Venus

and Parvati.

But those 

of flesh 

and blood,

one and all,

they were

the ones 

who literally,

or as-if-ly,

birthed and

bathed and

fed us.

Did their best 

for us ~ the best

they knew how ~

as we began

to become.

Some have 

gone, yes, yet

never forgotten.

Some are

still here,

still tending;

to be endeared,

even revered;

others 

reverse-

mothered.

Some are newly

arriving

into maternity; 

discovering

its marvels,

its mysteries.

And we, 

whoever we are,

who came 

singing from and

through them,

can be glad,

can be grateful

they made 

something

so felicitous,

so utterly 

miraculous

possible.

 

 

Colin Goedecke

Morristown, New Jersey

May 13th, 2018

 

In plein air poetry, motherhood, poetry, gratitude Tags mother, mothers, mother's day, life-giving, miraculous, life, honoring, poetry, birth, nurture

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